Feng Ting - Betrayal of Love

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[Xiang Yunchao/Chen Ting? ] Betrayal 19

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The blood, like a vicious snake, spitting out a bright red letter, twisted its body on the ground, rolled crazily, and made a "hissing" sound to threaten others.

No one spoke, it was obviously a completely quiet space here, and even the gunshots just now were vaguely recalled, but the sound of blood dripping exploded on Xiang Yunchao's eardrums, and the ensuing sound of blood flow made him even more confused. Confused and overwhelmed.

"Why..." The stiff body trembled, and he let go of the finger stuck on the trigger, and the gun fell from Xiang Yunchao's hand like a rock.Xiang Yunchao took a step back in a daze, knocked over the chair next to him without knowing it, his mind was full of the scene just now - the hoodie rushed towards Chen Ting, Chen Ting was knocked down, the gun dropped, and he... …Seeing that the hoodie grabbed a sharp piece of broken glass and stabbed Chen Ting—in a flash, his body was quicker than his brain to grab the gun, and pulled the trigger.

"...you—" Looking at the hoodie that fell silently beside him, and the blood hole in his heart, Chen Ting's mind went blank, even more than when he killed himself for the first time A nauseous feeling.He didn't expect that Xiang Yunchao would really shoot, Xiang Yunchao killed for him? !How could this be? !how come? !Obviously...he is a clean person who has been guarding and protecting with his life at all costs!Just because of such an accident... got blood on your hands? !Chen Ting wanted to ask him why he was so impulsive and reckless!I want to scold him for not understanding my painstaking efforts!He even wanted to press Xiang Yunchao on the ground and beat him until he was exhausted, and finally... dragged him to the bed...

But when he saw that Xiang Yunchao's face was paler than a dead man's, and his whole body was shaking like chaff from being frightened, Chen Ting's words of reproach rolled around his mouth a few times, and then changed his taste again, "You... how are you? Are you okay? "

Chen Ting's voice was his life-saving straw, but Xiang Yunchao, whose body was still stiff and not recovering, could only shake his head mechanically, and then nodded twice, still not taking his eyes off the person who fell on the ground.

He literally shot.

Really... shot!

He... just killed someone? !

"Don't look." Chen Ting understood what kind of torture and self-examination he was going through in his heart now, so he put away all the things just now, stood beside him, put his arms on his shoulders, forced him to turn his back, and used The gentlest voice whispered in Xiang Yunchao's ear over and over again, "Shhh - nothing, nothing happened... I stole the gun, I killed the man, it has nothing to do with you... Do you remember?" Now, everything that happens here has nothing to do with you!"

Chen Ting also had the same reaction when he killed someone for the first time. Although he clearly knew that he killed a "bad guy", he couldn't completely let go of the human life.However, until now, Chen Ting still dare not recall the first person he killed. The world of black and white has crumpled into gray with time, and his values ​​have long been different. He can no longer judge that "bad guy"...is he really a bad guy?But these words are not suitable to say to Xiang Yunchao now, all he can do is try not to put any pressure on Xiang Yunchao, "Don't look, Ah Ye will come to clean up."

But such appeasement did not have any positive effect.The small room is not conducive to air flow, and the thick carpet has absorbed a lot of blood, and the smell of blood slowly evaporates to the extreme, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

Dimness, narrowness, crampedness, unpleasant smell, dull colors... These factors mixed together, causing Xiang Yunchao to sit down on the ground without a sound.

"A Chao!" Shocked, Chen Ting called him, but found that he could not influence Xiang Yunchao's spiritual world at all.Where is this shot that killed the hoodie?It just killed him! "A Chao! Look at me!"

There is no shadow of him in the swarthy pupils.

Chen Ting's heart sank, did he still underestimate how exciting this incident was to Xiang Yunchao?

If you don't make any intervention and let the situation develop, Xiang Yunchao will be in a state of walking dead after leaving here, and no one can guarantee how long it will last.

If you want to forcibly bring him out of the fear brought about by murder... you can only use a method that he cares more about.

What does Xiang Yunchao care about most?

Chen Ting couldn't be more clear.

He picked up the gun decisively, knelt in front of Xiang Yunchao on one knee, pinched his chin to force Xiang Yunchao to "look" at him, put the gun in his hand, and aimed at himself, "Achao, look at me!" I."

After repeating it twice, Xiang Yunchao's pupils finally moved.Chen Ting continued to guide, "Look at me, shoot."

A hint of struggle gradually appeared in Xiang Yunchao's eyes.

"Aim! Shoot!" Chen Ting let go of Xiang Yunchao's hand and looked at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him. He was betting his life to save Xiang Yunchao, "I'll count to 321, and you shoot!"

Xiang Yunchao's hands trembled even more, and there were signs of clarity in his eyes, but his body was still stiff and uncontrollable. He was in a hurry, but he couldn't speak a whole sentence.

"3!"

"Uh, no..." The gun in his hand weighed a thousand catties, and his arm was about to break in pain, but Xiang Yunchao still couldn't put it down.

"2!"

"I don't want..." The trembling hand couldn't aim, and Xiang Yunchao's eyes turned red instantly.

"1! Shoot!"

Following Chen Ting's order, Xiang Yunchao suddenly raised his hand that was hanging down, and shifted the hand holding the gun. At the same time as the gun rang, he threw himself on Chen Ting.

When he raised his head again, Xiang Yunchao was already conscious, his arms strangled Chen Ting's waist tightly like steel bars, and bit his collarbone fiercely.

Enduring the pain, Chen Ting patted Xiang Yunchao's back, but he was relieved that he succeeded.It felt like Xiang Yunchao let go of his arm, and he was punched back halfway through sitting up.

It just hit the bitten place on the collarbone, and blood was seen with the punch.

This is not the most unlucky thing. Since he entered here, he has been feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath. His ears, which were deafened by the gunshots just now, suddenly heard a sharp cry. The back of his head happened to hit the ground because of the force of the unexpected fall.Even though there was a thick sound-absorbing carpet, he fell unconscious all at once and lost consciousness.

The horrible scene of being almost forced to kill Chen Ting became another lingering nightmare in Xiang Yunchao's mind, but at least he was finally relieved now that his body obeyed the command. Try it a second time.And he still has an excuse to get angry with Chen Ting.

But he swears seriously: he really didn't mean to knock people out.

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Although the body was still in the torture room underground, he had already told Ah Ye to deal with it when he took Chen Ting away.Although the feeling of killing someone for the first time was very bad, but...fortunately, he still has Ah Ting.

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Regarding the matter of these two big brothers, Ah Ye didn't dare to ask more questions, he only needed to do a good job in dealing with the aftermath.It's just that when he saw the scene clearly, he felt that such aftermath work was not easy to do.

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Fourteenth floor.

This time it was still Chen Ting lying on the bed.

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Leaving Ye Lanshan, Xiang Yunchao realized again that the only place in Hong Kong that can accommodate the two of them is the small house on the fourteenth floor.

No one would have thought that the "home" before the breakup would still be their last "safe haven" after the passage of time.

The cleaning lady had already finished her job for the day and left—it would save her the embarrassment of seeing the host come back with a man in her arms.Every corner is cleaned very clean; there are many kinds of fruits on the coffee table, washed and placed in the fruit plate; the sofa cushions have just been replaced, and they look soft, comfortable and warm; the refrigerator should have been replaced with new ingredients; on the dining table ...

There was no such operation as leaving dinner for them, the table was just replaced with a new tablecloth and table mat, but the pudding bottle left by Chen Ting was still there, and so were the two flowers inside.

The dandelions... Probably Chen Ting went downstairs to pick them in the garden. After a day, the dandelions turned bright yellow.

A question suddenly popped up in Xiang Yunchao's mind, dandelion... also has a flower language, right?

But before he could go online to check, the person on the bed snorted in pain, woke up, and ran over nervously to ask for his health.

"A Ting?"

"……overtake?"

Maybe because he kept thinking about it, what Xiang Yunchao originally wanted to ask, "How do you feel?" turned into a hypnotic enticing question, "What is the flower language of dandelion?"

You know, people basically ask and answer when they are in a daze, especially when Chen Ting is sure that Xiang Yunchao is by his side, and he is not safe for anything now.

"Dandelion?" His voice sounded hesitant, as if he was thinking about what Xiang Yunchao asked, "The language of flowers is... a love that cannot stay..."

Xiang Yunchao was originally listening with a certain desire for knowledge, but when he got such a result, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

There are three things in the world that cannot be hidden: cough, poverty and love.

The deep love that has never been completely cut off tortures Xiang Yunchao all the time, and now he finally knows that Chen Ting is the same.

How much do they care so much now after they have just gone through life and death?

During the few minutes of mental preparation, Chen Ting had already realized what the content of the conversation just now was. He turned his face away arrogantly, but his ears turned red quietly.

Xiang Yunchao gently held down his shoulders and pressed him back to the bed, allowing him to open the blood-stained shirt, and kissed the bloody tooth marks apologetically.Chen Ting closed his eyes without refusing, held Xiang Yunchao's face in both hands, and kissed his lips without any hesitation.

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Chen Ting didn't wake up until noon the next day, and there was nothing around him.Just when he turned his head to look for Xiang Yunchao, he saw a bouquet of white roses in the vase by the bed.Chen Ting was taken aback for a moment, he probably also needed to find out what the flower language of the white rose was.

A few minutes later, Chen Ting put down his phone, looking a little happy and moved, but also a little...confused.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Yunchao happily sat beside the bed with the brunch he just made.

Chen Ting rolled his eyes, with a look of resentment on his face, which made Xiang Yunchao terrified.After a while, Chen Ting still compromised, with reluctance in his eyes, "If you follow me on this road, no matter whether you regret it or not, I will never let go."

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White rose flower language: I am enough to match you.